Katie’s tenth birthday is coming up—oh lord, how can that be???—and we’ve (she’s) been busily making plans for the big bash. She wants a sleepover party this year, and we told her she could invite three friends and we’ll make sure Dad and Jack will be gone that night. It’s looking like I’ll be on my own with the party girls, then, unless my mom is still here on the 12th oh please Mom please please please still be here on the 12th or I’ll have to paint 40 fingernails and 40 toenails all by myself not to mention feed the girls and sing and dance and where’s Kathy when I need her oh please oh please oh please.
Tonight I reminded Vic that he needed to take Jack away for the night of the 12th—I suggested bunking at Darlene and Wellington’s house—and here, VERBATIM(ish), is how the rest of the conversation went:
Vic: Are you serious?
Jen: Yes. No boys allowed.
Jen: Except the ones we invite over.
[Katie giggles a lot. So does Jen. Vic smirks.]
Vic, kinda snarly: I’ll check in, y’know.
Jen: Oh my word, my mom’ll probably be here! Why are you so—
Vic, incredulous: Your mom? She’s the worst one of all!
[Jen laughs. Katie doesn’t get it.]
Vic: ‘Course, the guys she’d invite over wouldn’t really worry me…
Well, Mom, at least he’s not still convinced you’re looking for a wife. And you gotta admit, he’s spot-on about the guys you’d want to invite. But remember, being here for Katie’s sleepover is a favor to ME, not him. You can pretend to be mad at him the whole time you’re here, okay?